Title: Seven
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/General
Summary: AU. In Namimori High, there's a group of good-looking teens called Vongola. Any person who asks them on a date gets a chance to go out with them for a week. Tsuna likes Kyoko, but Kyoko likes Hibari who is part of the said group. /1827/
Note: Inspired by anonabella's Seven Day Story in the fandom Axis Powers: Hetalia. Just to clarify, I have not read the BL manga Seven Days prior to releasing this story.
Chapter 1: The Vongola
Tsuna groaned as he lightly touched his bruises, already visualising the bluish-green marks on his face. Today was, in contrast to the beating routine he had forlornly fell unto, doubly excruciating. Mochida, Kendo Club's captain and a senior, driven by his built up frustration, found Tsuna to be an ideal outlet of fury for him.
Standing up, he leant on the wall for support. He was at the back of the school, home of the abuse he had gone through for years already. He had always thought it was due to his ineptness and fear for the senior that no one had ever bothered to defend him. Tsuna shook his head, painfully aware of the former; head down, he started walking back inside.
"Tsuna-kun!"
He whipped his head and saw his best friend. "K-Kyoko-chan," greeted Tsuna awkwardly.
Kyoko stomped her way towards him. "Not again! Who was it this time? Kaneda? Oshikiri? Takada? Ooyama? Mochida? Ooh, when I see those guys I'm going to ask my brother to beat them up. They have absolutely no right to do this. Absolutely no right!" she ranted as she rounded Tsuna's arm on her shoulder.
Despite his injuries, Tsuna couldn't help but think of his fortune. He certainly was blessed to have a great friend, and that was it – a friend.
Tsuna ignored Kyoko's continuous ranting and stared at her face, a smile quickly making his lips curve. The beauty of his friend was a parallel to no other in school, or perhaps even in the entire Namimori. There was never a day when he had thought that his feelings for the girl would ever change, but he can never confess for fear of losing his friendship. The chance of ending up together with her was nil.
Drowned in his thoughts, he failed to notice Kyoko talking to him. Flushing, he stammered, "S-sorry, Kyoko-chan. What did you say?"
Kyoko fixated her eyes on his. Frowning, she stopped walking and glared fiercely at him. "I am going to beat up those guys."
Tsuna shivered at her words, but ironically felt a tinge of pride. It was only him that has seen this side of Namimori's Idol, and he loved that fact. She was flawless: above average grades, kindhearted, talented, and amiable. It was no mystery why Tsuna fell in love with her. The two had known each other since the first year of middle school, making it approximately four years since they had first met.
"You don't have to, Kyoko-chan. They'll stop," he whispered as he added, "hopefully."
Kyoko sighed. "You've said that for how many years already, Tsuna-kun. They don't stop. You have to act. You don't deserve this."
"I can't fight back," mumbled Tsuna, "I'm weak and stupid and just –"
"You're not weak and you're definitely not stupid." Kyoko gently placed her hands on his cheeks. "You are one of the greatest guys I have ever met, Tsuna-kun. You're nice and care for others so much. You hate seeing others get hurt that's why you prefer that it's you who gets hurt. Amazing, that's what you are, Tsuna-kun. I wish you'd stop feeling so down on yourself."
Was this a push for confessing? Tsuna wondered giddily. Perhaps it wasn't wrong to hold on to that tiny spark of hope for his desire for reciprocality.
The spark was at once extinguished with her words.
"Tsuna-kun! It's Vongola. Look, look!" She tilted her head to the direction of a group of boys. Following the direction she indicated, Tsuna saw the Vongola, five extremely striking guys who excelled in different specialties. All of them were seniors except for two, who were a year younger and were classmates of Tsuna.
Hayato Gokudera, his impatient and easily infuriated classmate. He was quite well known in school for his short temper. A teen who was academically gifted but had a habit of speaking in his colourful vocabulary. He was beyond intimidating for Tsuna, always shouting and having delinquent tendencies.
Yamamoto Takeshi, also a classmate of his; a happy-go-lucky guy. Aside from his looks, he was also famous for his cheerful and kind personality and denseness – or as Tsuna often overheard from Gokudera, stupidity – and for being the star of the baseball team.
Rokudo Mukuro, a guy Tsuna never wanted to associate with. He found the senior creepy, although he was notable for his so-called gentlemanly ways to swoon girls.
Reborn, an enigmatic man. Reputable for always wearing his fedora, to which Tsuna wondered why the school allowed him to, and his methods of flirting with both the male and female population. He had a pet chameleon named Leon that was perched on his shoulder; and that was all Tsuna knew about him. Whenever he passed him in the hallway, he could feel himself shiver from Reborn's tyrannising aura.
Finally, the person Tsuna disliked, Hibari Kyouya, an exceedingly menacing and dangerous man. Aside from being part of the Vongola, he was also the chairman of the Disciplinary Committee of the school and was infamous for his ways in disciplining the students. He hated crowding and loathed weaklings which he deemed as herbivores.
He was also Kyoko's love interest.
Tsuna frowned. He will never understand why his best friend was crazy about the scary prefect. He was violent, often beating up trouble-makers or any person who violated the rules. Being in the presence of other people sickened him, and Tsuna couldn't help but think of how he could hang out with the other Vongola members, especially Mukuro. The two seemed to fight like cats and dogs everyday, frequently being seen at each other's throats.
"S-sorry, Tsuna-kun! I was distracted for a while." Kyoko blushed. "Let's get you to the infirmary first, and hopefully I could..." She glanced back at the group, eyes trailing after the prefect.
"It's alright, Kyoko-chan. I'll be fine."
"No, no! Let's go to the infirmary. Your injuries look really bad." Lovestruck, Kyoko smiled despite the circumstances. Tsuna felt annoyed but decided to hide it.
-x-
"Sawada, years have passed and some things just don't change, do they?" The nurse sighed.
Wincing, Tsuna allowed the nurse to dab the sterilised cotton on his wounds. His scratches stung like crazy. He resisted the urge to slap the nurse's hand away and chose to brush it off and endure. Looking at his friend, the brunet couldn't help but sulk at Kyoko's expression. She had a small smile painted on her pretty face and a glimmer in her eyes. He had already decided that he wanted his best friend to be happy. Accepting that she wanted to be with Hibari was one thing he had already done.
The nurse stood up from her chair, giving Tsuna one last thorough look before she spoke. "All right, Sawada, you're done. Just make sure this doesn't happen again, got it? You may go back to your class."
Nodding, Tsuna thanked the nurse and proceeded to walk out of the room, with Kyoko following suit with a little skip in her steps not unnoticed by her friend. Upon arriving in the classroom, Tsuna slid the door open and mentally prepared himself for the morning insults, not even Kyoko could stop them from jeering him, no matter how much she tried to talk with them.
As they both entered the room, it was no surprise that Kyoko was immediately greeted, while he, in return, was ignored. Noticing that there was no teacher inside, he idly listened as a classmate told Kyoko that their teacher was absent.
Walking to his chair, Tsuna was unable to avoid the foot that was purposely stretched in front of him. He shrieked and plundered down on the floor face first. He moaned, his face recently just bandaged, the weight adding salt to the injury. The people around him snickered – the occasional bullying. He was about to stand up when a hand appeared in front of him. Glancing up, he was quite surprised to see a worried face, and one of the least person he expected to act like this towards him.
"You all right?" asked Yamamoto, still holding out his hand.
Tsuna hesitated to grab the hand. He could see his classmates whispering around them. His classmate, the one in front, unwilling to wait any further, grabbed Tsuna's hand and aided him in standing. Tsuna's stance wavered a little, but nonetheless he was able to stand upright. Nervously, he said, "I-I'm fine, Yamamoto-san. Thank you for h-helping me."
"That was a nasty fall. Who tripped you?" Yamamoto looked around the room, eyebrows furrowed.
Tsuna didn't need a second notice to realise that the glares his classmates were giving him was a threat. "N-no one, Yamamoto-san. I was just really clumsy." He released an awkward laugh.
Yamamoto smiled. "Oh, is that so? Be careful next time." He scrutinised Tsuna. "You have a lot of bandages. What happened?"
Tsuna felt himself inwardly panic, he wouldn't tell on anyone. "I j-just tripped. Thank you again, Yamamoto-san." Wobbling back to his chair, he released a sigh of frustration and buried his face on the table.
The creaking of a chair made him look up; once more he saw Yamamoto smiling at him. He pushed the chair in front of Tsuna's table, still smiling while he sat. "I thought maybe we could talk and stuff."
Surprised, Tsuna frantically looked left and right. Finally, he gaped at Yamamoto and pointed at himself. "E-eh?"
His actions made the other laugh. Nodding, Yamamoto said, "I'm talking to you, Tsuna. Oh, it's alright if I call you Tsuna, right?"
Tsuna looked at Yamamoto as if he grew two heads. No one had ever bothered to talk to him except for Kyoko, and except when people want to either bully him or make fun of him, and he certainly did not expect one of the most known guys in school to speak with him. "It's alright, Yamamoto-san."
"Just Yamamoto is fine. You can also call me Takeshi if you'd like." Yamamoto beamed. "We're friends now!"
W-why is he acting so friendly to me? Tsuna nervously wondered, the menacing stares his classmates gave him were becoming more hostile. Gulping, he'd expect no less than three beatings today. If he was lucky, he could hide out somewhere and skip the rest of his classes. Stopping his musings, he faced back reality, a part of his brain wanted Yamamoto to leave him alone, another part wanted him to stay for no one seemed to make fun of him with the star around. Tsuna gulped. "Yamamoto then."
Yamamoto frowned. "I would've preferred Takeshi, but that's fine too!" He immediately grinned again.
Feeling awkward, Tsuna suddenly found his desk interesting. He twiddled his fingers, waiting for a miracle to fix the silence that ensued. The bell rang and students started to fix their things. Yamamoto too followed suit. Standing up, he placed the chair properly back to the desk in front of Tsuna's. "Want to eat lunch together?"
Lunch time for Tsuna either involved being beaten up or hiding away in a room. Seeing no harm in it, he smiled and decided to accept his offer. "Sure. I'd love to, Yamamoto."
"Great! See you later." Beaming, Yamamoto returned back to his own desk.
Tsuna let his eyes follow Yamamoto's back until he had sat down. With eyebrows furrowed, he wondered if Yamamoto was just fooling him with his friendliness. Sighing, he scratched his head, thinking wasn't one of his fortes, not that he believed he had any, and buried his face on his table.
A few seconds had passed when he felt a hand continuously tap him. Tsuna ignored the hand after muttering unintelligible words. The hand kept on tapping him. Tsuna groaned. "Five more minutes." He heard a hearty laugh. Immediately, he shot up from his desk. "Yamamoto!"
"Wow. You slept for two periods straight, you must be really tired. It's lunch already."
Tsuna's eyes widened. Glancing at his watch, he gasped slightly at the time. It was noon already. It was lunch and he was still inside the classroom. Roaming his eyes warily, he looked at the room to find Takada glaring at him. Another beating, he winced inwardly.
"Grab your lunch, Tsuna. We always eat at the rooftop."
Oh, right. Yamamoto invited me to lunch, and if I eat together with him, no one will bully me. Hastily, he fumbled his bag for his lunch box. Upon getting it, Yamamoto beamed and began to lead him to their destination.
As they walked in the corridors, Tsuna felt uneasy as he noticed the stares of the people. Yamamoto was still grabbing his wrist, and he could hear the whispers of the people.
Tsuna closed his eyes, Don't worry, Tsuna. You're used to this, right? Ignore them, ignore them, ignore them, he chanted. When he opened his eyes, what first fell in his sight was Yamamoto's face that held an expression indescribable to him, and the door that led to the rooftop. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Is there anything wrong, Yamamoto?"
"Just ignore them, all right?" Yamamoto softly smiled.
"Wha—" started Tsuna, but cut himself off as Yamamoto shouted,
"Oy, guys! I brought a friend."
Ignore who? His friends? Oh, no. He didn't mean my bullies, right? He knows, he panicked, Would he ignore me? Treat me like them? Or is he different? He told me to ignore them, maybe just maybe, he cares about me? Tsuna scratched his head and returned back to reality. Gasping, he saw the other Vongola members, sitting on the rooftop. I'm really an idiot. I didn't think that Yamamoto's friends would be the rest of the Vongola.
"Come on, Tsuna! They may look like they bite, but they're really nice." Yamamoto sat beside a silver-haired teen who glared at him.
Hesitantly, he took small steps towards the group. The silver-haired teen turned his attention towards him. "Oy! Can't you walk faster than that? You're walking like a damn turtle."
Tsuna paled. "I-I-I'm s-sorry. It's just t-that Yamamoto didn't t-tell me that you would be h-here," he squeaked.
"You wanted to be alone with baseball idiot here? You're gay?" Gokudera raised an eyebrow.
"Kufufu, stop intimidating the poor rabbit."
Tsuna spotted Mukuro and felt his entire body tremble. "N-no! That's not what I-I meant. I don't want to be with you guys. That came out wrong. I m-mean I—" Tsuna felt the wind pass by him. He looked backwards and blanched at the sight of a fork pierced through the door.
"Shut up and sit down," said Reborn, not even sparing him a glance.
Gulping, Tsuna slowly walked towards the group. He looked for a place where he could sit. Thankfully, Yamamoto patted the space beside him. "Here, sit here."
Tsuna sat down, finding it awkward that he was sitting between Yamamoto and Mukuro. The latter smiled at him, which scared Tsuna because it looked absolutely disturbing. He attempted to smile back, but utterly failed. Frightened, Tsuna inched closer to Yamamoto.
"Oya? I'm not going to eat you, little rabbit, although you do look delicious." Mukuro teasingly inching his hand closer slowly.
Tsuna flinched. "Hie!" Straightaway, he clamped both of his hands over his mouth, cheeks blushing furiously. Four pairs of eyes were looking amusingly at him. Well, that was a great first impression, Tsuna thought bitterly.
"That has got to be the girliest shriek I have ever heard," said Gokudera, lips slightly curved up. Yamamoto was laughing out loud. Reborn continued eating, eyes covered by the hat. Mukuro was chuckling lightly.
"Well, don't you have a nice voice," said Mukuro, amusement filled his voice. "Makes me want to bite you more." He scrunched his nose, "Disgusting. I sound like the school-obsessed freak. My tongue has been tainted. Wouldn't you like to clean it, my little rabbit?" he in Tsuna's ear.
"No!" Pushing Mukuro away, Tsuna scrambled to stand up and ran towards the door, wishing to get back to the room. What's with that crazy pervert! I thought the rumours about him were just exaggerated, but I shouldn't have thought it wasn't true. His hand landed on the silver doorknob. About to turn it over, he heard a voice that he was not very well fond of.
"Rokudo Mukuro, what do you think are you doing?" Tsuna jolted as Hibari jumped down from above him.
Mukuro smugly smiled. "I believe you have eyes, prefect-san, or has your stupidity reached its peak?"
Hibari whipped out his tonfa and shoved it at Mukuro's throat. "I will bite you to death."
Looking thoughtful, Mukuro said, "I'd love to, but you're not exactly my type." He jumped away as Hibari slashed the tonfa at him.
When Mukuro jumped again, Tsuna could have sworn the two held a serious killing aura. With his instincts acting against his own will, he hurdled towards Hibari and grabbed his black jacket. "S-stop! He didn't do anything wrong. Stop fighting!"
Hibari froze in his tracks and slowly faced him. He glared menacingly at him. "You dare touch me, herbivore?"
Tsuna's eyes widened. "Uh, s-sorry, H-Hibari-senpai. P-please don't b-bite me to d-death!" Using his hands as a cover, small whimpers left his mouth, waiting for the fated steel rods to greet his face. After a moment of contemplation, he set his hands down and looked at the prefect. "Eh?"
"Don't scare the rabbit too much."
Tsuna looked up to see Reborn laying a hand on Hibari's shoulders. The latter glared at him and shook his hand away; at the same time, the bell rang. "There goes lunch and the rabbit hasn't even finished his food yet." Reborn smirked. "Come eat together with us tomorrow, little rabbit." With that, he walked away and went down the stairs. The other members followed, minus Hibari who suddenly disappeared.
I don't think I'd want that. Tsuna sighed. Would there be a day where I can just relax and enjoy? Tsuna sighed once more and hurriedly went down. When he turned around the hallway, he was surprised to see Kyoko leaning on the wall. "Kyoko-chan? What are you doing here?"
Kyoko gazed down and fidgeted, taking a while to answer. When she looked at Tsuna, her cheeks were tainted with a light pink dust. "I-I heard you had lunch with the Vongola."
Rumours do fly fast. "Yeah. Yamamoto invited me –"
Kyoko interrupted him, saying something so fast that Tsuna failed to understand it.
"What?"
Kyoko took a deep breath and repeated, "Can you ask Hibari-senpai to meet me?"
Oh. Tsuna forcefully smiled. "Sure, Kyoko-chan. I'd ask him."
"Thank you, Tsuna-kun!" Kyoko engulfed him in a tight hug. She walked away happily, a dreamy look left on her face.
"For Kyoko-chan," said Tsuna.
For Kyoko-chan.